Bohemian Neighborly
(I’m in a hotel room when I randomly start singing loudly and to myself.)
Me: “I’m just a poor boy. Nobody loves me!”
Guy In Next Room: “He’s just a poor boy, from a poor family!”
Both Of Us: “Spare him his life from this monstrosity!”
(The entire rest of the weekend one of us would randomly start singing classic rock songs and the other would finish it through the wall. Best vacation ever.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
